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paradisalogs2012-06-27 08:13 pm
i_got_this) wrote in paradisalogs2012-06-27 08:13 pm
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[Backdated SoloLog]
Who: i_got_this (with guest appearance of a stony youfallback
What: Drunken introspection
When: Backdated to Late late late after the Dionysis party
Where: Where-ever Carolina's statue is
Rating: E for Emo
"Oh, so here's where you've been hiding out?" South swayed a little drunkenly, the bottle she'd nabbed from Dionysis Cabin firmly in her grasp. She looked up at the statue of Carolina, and after a moment turned and settled herself on the ground, leaning up against it. "I thought maybe you were avoiding me. Guess I was wrong."
She takes a drink and looks out at the night, for a moment fancying the two of them are just having a quiet moment of mutual respect, but she has to laugh bitterly at the thought. "I was so mad, you know. That you and them were all -- running around, you all knew. You all knew about North and I didn't. I was so mad." She falls silent again, wondering if maybe in this weird magic Greekland camp thing if Carolina could actually hear her.
Nah, that was silly. South laughs at herself and takes another drink. Ugh, this stuff was awful, but it did the trick, and after the burn eased away she continued to talk to the statue, reserved and drunkenly thoughtful. "You know, when the kids left -- I was sad to see them go. I didn't like the reminder, but -- it was a distraction. Heh, you know, when they left -- in the room? There were no -- theren't -- weren't --" Oh, hello. Words were difficult. "No pictures of a guy, no -- husband, boyfriend, whatever. I kinda got the impression he'd left? I don't know how I know that, but that's ... what I know."
She takes another drink, a little pause and then leaning so far back to finish off the bottle that she smacks her head on Carolina's knees. "Ow. Dammit. Hmph. I guess I deserved that." She tosses the empty bottle off into the bushes. "No pictures of a father, but ... North was there. Pictures, I mean. Pictures of him. 'My Uncle Loves Me' t-shirt on the floor. Ever since you told me ... what you told me, I keep thinking about it. Somewhere, he's alive. Somewhere he's happy. At least there's that."
South knows she'd never have the courage to tell the real Carolina, but in her drunken stupor she feels better from having gotten it out into the open.
She passes out there for a bit, and when she wakes she gets up and starts to stumble off, still half drunk. Her foot kicks the bottle and she moves to walk past it, stopping after a moment and turning a fraction to glance at the statue behind her.
Nah, it wasn't possible.
But, just in case.
She stoops to pick up the empty bottle and then continues unsteadily on her way.
i_got_this (with guest appearance of a stony youfallbackWhat: Drunken introspection
When: Backdated to Late late late after the Dionysis party
Where: Where-ever Carolina's statue is
Rating: E for Emo
"Oh, so here's where you've been hiding out?" South swayed a little drunkenly, the bottle she'd nabbed from Dionysis Cabin firmly in her grasp. She looked up at the statue of Carolina, and after a moment turned and settled herself on the ground, leaning up against it. "I thought maybe you were avoiding me. Guess I was wrong."
She takes a drink and looks out at the night, for a moment fancying the two of them are just having a quiet moment of mutual respect, but she has to laugh bitterly at the thought. "I was so mad, you know. That you and them were all -- running around, you all knew. You all knew about North and I didn't. I was so mad." She falls silent again, wondering if maybe in this weird magic Greekland camp thing if Carolina could actually hear her.
Nah, that was silly. South laughs at herself and takes another drink. Ugh, this stuff was awful, but it did the trick, and after the burn eased away she continued to talk to the statue, reserved and drunkenly thoughtful. "You know, when the kids left -- I was sad to see them go. I didn't like the reminder, but -- it was a distraction. Heh, you know, when they left -- in the room? There were no -- theren't -- weren't --" Oh, hello. Words were difficult. "No pictures of a guy, no -- husband, boyfriend, whatever. I kinda got the impression he'd left? I don't know how I know that, but that's ... what I know."
She takes another drink, a little pause and then leaning so far back to finish off the bottle that she smacks her head on Carolina's knees. "Ow. Dammit. Hmph. I guess I deserved that." She tosses the empty bottle off into the bushes. "No pictures of a father, but ... North was there. Pictures, I mean. Pictures of him. 'My Uncle Loves Me' t-shirt on the floor. Ever since you told me ... what you told me, I keep thinking about it. Somewhere, he's alive. Somewhere he's happy. At least there's that."
South knows she'd never have the courage to tell the real Carolina, but in her drunken stupor she feels better from having gotten it out into the open.
She passes out there for a bit, and when she wakes she gets up and starts to stumble off, still half drunk. Her foot kicks the bottle and she moves to walk past it, stopping after a moment and turning a fraction to glance at the statue behind her.
Nah, it wasn't possible.
But, just in case.
She stoops to pick up the empty bottle and then continues unsteadily on her way.